Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

The broom is raised gently, the rain is over and the sky is sunny.

When the army presses up, one man will guard the gate, and ten thousand men will not open it!

He asked about the pungent bloody smell around him, and dropped the broom a little tiredly.

It is a bit too difficult to clean up.

He sighed slightly in his heart, looking at the millions of corpses outside the canyon.

The autumn wind blew past, and the girdle on his head fell apart, and he looked back behind him.

Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is bleak, and the cloud stack lingers up to the sword pavilion.

Walking on the plank road, the scene in front of him changed again.

He saw a monk in front of him, standing in the air, manipulating countless flying swords to attack him.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but when the first flying sword arrived, he skillfully took it sideways.

Sword style rises, sword style falls.

The sword rain scattered, and the monk fell.

After changing the scene countless times, he turned into a very old man, holding a rusty sword, and walked towards a barren cemetery.

Inserting the sword into the ground, he sat by the side of the soil slope, watching the sunset, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, and he closed his eyes peacefully.

"Senior, here I come."

A voice broke the silent scene. This was the place he chose to sleep, but someone came to disturb him while he was still awake.

He opened his eyes and looked at the source of the voice. It was a young man in black with an extremely sharp aura, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

"You shouldn't call me senior."

With just one glance, he knew that the other party was an immortal who had lived far longer than himself.

He's just a mortal.

Chapter 230: The one who escaped

"Maybe, but I still want to challenge you before you die. I'm curious why a mortal can be so powerful."

The young man in black said with a smile that he is a swordsman, and regardless of his own cultivation, he admires the old man's swordsmanship very much.

"Whether I am strong or not has nothing to do with whether I am a mortal or not?"

The old man said lightly, as if he was not interested in the challenge raised by the young man in black.

Now he just wants to lie down quietly, look at the clouds in the sky, and fall asleep peacefully.

Unexpectedly, the young man in black stepped forward and stomped hard, and the ground shook suddenly, and the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.

A gust of sword energy soared into the sky, and the mountains and rivers were broken!

The clouds in the sky dispersed, and the next moment, the sun burst into unprecedented brilliance.

The sky was full of flame streamers, and after it calmed down, the huge light source had been split into two.

The old man just glanced at the young man indifferently, and left behind the crack beside him, the abyss is just under the crack.

"Oh, what a beautiful view."

The old man felt a little sorry for the destruction of the beautiful sunset before, and then looked at the young man in black and asked, "Where's your sword?"

A smile finally appeared on the face of the young man in black, knowing that the old man was about to fight him, he said: "There is no sword in your hand, but you have a sword in your heart."

The old man nodded with a smile, slowly got up from the ground, and pulled out the rusty sword beside him.

"But I think that with a sword in your hand, you should be more steadfast."

After the old man finished speaking, he gently raised his hand, and the sword move was still unpretentious.

Then he inserted the rusty sword into the soil again, and sat down again.

The young man in black was a little puzzled, isn't he going to fight me?

That being the case, I can only act first and force you to fight.

As soon as the thought came together, he wanted to urge the sword energy to slash at the old man.

But the sword energy didn't appear, he wanted to move forward, but he couldn't move his body.

He wanted to find out his spiritual consciousness, but found that his spiritual consciousness could not come out of his body.

His vision gradually blurred, and finally gradually lowered. The last scene in his eyes was the old man lying on the dirt, showing a serene smile.

The old man opened his eyes again, and found that he had returned to the small courtyard in the void, and his face had regained his youth.

But what he held in his hand was indeed a rusty sword.

Thoughtful, he raised his head and looked up. The innate golden energy that had been evolving had disappeared at some point.

He got up slowly, held the rusty sword in his hand, walked to the door of the small courtyard, and stepped into the boundless void.

"Old man, I ignored you before."

He sighed slightly, his hand holding the sword tightened a little.

Then the sword posture was cast, the silent void was shattered, and a sword light seemed to penetrate through the ages, cutting out the way forward!

The rust on the sword in his hand fell off, the stream of purple clouds dissipated like autumn water, and the avenue was surging.

He looked at the collapsing world in front of him, then at the Zixiao Excalibur in his hand, and recalled with emotion: "I am Zhang Xuansheng."

Zhang Xuansheng returned to the small courtyard, picked up the Xiantian sword manual, and read it again.

This time he understood everything, the stance he practiced did not belong to any stance in the sword manual, but it could complement any of the above sword stances and was independent.

The number of Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of them is escaped.

He is the escaped one, a self-contained existence.

The scene in front of him gradually disappeared, and he returned to the scene where the god sealed the door.

"Doudou, how long has it been?"

Henry Zhang’s voice was neither happy nor sad, his state of mind has changed a lot now, far more emotional than when he comprehended the secret method of the God Sealing Gate last time.

Although he is also worried about the time passed by the outside world, he is not impatient.

"No more, no less, just two years. Brother Xuansheng is indeed a genius in swordsmanship, and he has reached the realm of sword emperor so quickly."

Doudou's figure appeared, and praised with a smile.

"Sword Emperor?"

Zhang Xuansheng was a little stunned, and had no real feeling.

Even though he returned, proving that he had indeed succeeded in comprehending all the inheritance and comprehension, he still felt that his sword still lacked something.

Maybe it's because the sword emperor is not the end of the sword.

"Has there been any major events in the past two years? How is the outside world?"

Henry Zhang asked.

"Actually, it's nothing serious. It's just that the seal left by your ancestors may not last long. Now the weird laws left in this world have begun to recover, and some mortals have been affected."

Doudou explained that she didn't seem to be flustered at all about the imminent catastrophe.

Henry Zhang nodded. After two years, the strange world will make great progress in cracking the seal, which is within his expectation.

Hearing that the strange law has begun to recover, he has no intention of going out to "salvage all living beings". Although he has comprehended the supreme swordsmanship, it can even be said that now with his extraordinary strength, he is enough to kill the immortal.

But he was still powerless in the face of the great catastrophe, and he couldn't save many people even if he went out. He had to follow his own plan.

So I greeted Doudou and prepared to launch Jiuxiao OL.

Outside, inside Tianjian Mountain.

Li Tianran was sitting cross-legged outside the sword mound, quietly practicing sword comprehension.

Of course, he didn't want to think about it by himself, but he just digested some of the insights he got in Jiuxiao OL before, and by the way, guarded the real Xuansheng to see what he could understand from the other party.

Two years later, he is still at the peak of good fortune, but he is already a monk at the peak of the fairy king in Jiuxiao OL. Naturally, his understanding of the sword is not comparable to what it used to be.

He is now confident that if the sword mound is normal, he will definitely be able to take the sword successfully if he goes in.

But because of Master Xuansheng's instructions and the beating of his grandfather, the sword master, he naturally did not dare to enter the sword mound rashly to disturb Zhang Xuansheng.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at the inside of the sword mound in surprise.

At that moment just now, he seemed to feel that a peerless divine sword had awakened. The momentum and the tired mood carried in the sword made his scalp tingle.

Not only Li Ziran, but all the sword cultivators in Tianjian Mountain felt that something in the sword mound had awakened, causing their sabers to tremble in their scabbards.

But that aura came and went quickly, and it returned to calm in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

Only Li Tianran, who was guarding at the gate of Jianzhong, knew exactly what happened just now and the reasons for everything.

He saw Henry Zhang get up slowly, stretched himself, then turned around and smiled at him.

"Long time no see, Brother Li."

Li Tianran suppressed the shock in his heart, and said: "Master Xuansheng, have you finished your retreat? What have you realized? How far has the state of swordsmanship reached?"

His tone was very excited, and he could be sure that the aura just now definitely erupted from Master Xuansheng!

Chapter 330: The Excalibur of Communication, Great Changes in the Western Continent

"Brother Li, don't get excited, my retreat is not over yet."

Henry Zhang shook his head and said that he will communicate with the Excalibur in the Sword Mound to find out the root cause of their riot.

And in what era were these divine swords handed down, and what happened to the former Nine Heavens Continent.

Li Tianran was a little disappointed when he heard the words, and said: "Master Xuansheng, such weird things have begun to appear in the mortal kingdom recently, I am worried..."

Henry Zhang smiled and comforted him: "When I leave the customs, everything will have its own solution."

Naturally, Li wanted to say something, but seeing Zhang Xuansheng at this time, he swallowed the words back. He felt that Xuansheng's temperament had changed after this retreat, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Then trouble Brother Li to protect me. It's still the old rule, no matter what happens, don't enter the Sword Tomb."

Henry Zhang asked again.

Because he wasn't sure if there would be any visions when he communicated with Qun Jian later.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and returned to the sword mound, quietly looking at the divine swords stuck on the ground.

The divine sense came out, and this time there was no obstruction from the sharp aura of the divine sword, as if he should have blended into it.

In order to improve efficiency, he directly and divergently spread out the divine thoughts, communicated with all the divine swords, and explored their retained memories, and new divine swords continued to fly out of the ground to join them.

A scene of scenes flashed before Henry Zhang's eyes, which made him unable to handle it for a moment.

He saw a peerless swordsman slash out with a sword, and the sun, moon and stars dimmed, leaving a lonely figure in the dark night.

He saw two swordsmen fighting in the way of swords within a short distance, and other things from the outside world should not interfere.

He saw a dark red void emerging above the world, and a rusty sword that was unmanned, so he went against the law by himself, trying to chop it into pieces.

He saw several peerless sword cultivators fighting with a huge tentacle hidden in the mist, black and green blood dripped from the sky, and the heaven and earth seemed to sing a sad song.

He saw that the world was empty, black rain was falling continuously, and among the mighty crowd, there were nine divine coffins being carried forward, not knowing where they were going.

He saw that the times had changed, and a new strong man had risen, holding a three-foot green spear, separating the whole world and isolating it from something.

he sees...

At this time, Henry Zhang no longer took the initiative to search for the memory fragments of the divine sword. After he reached the realm of the sword emperor, these divine swords did not have any resistance to him.

Instead, it became an active "telling" to Zhang Xuansheng, which caused Zhang Xuansheng to fall into an endless cycle of memories for a moment, making him dazzled.

Fortunately, he has the experience of learning the secret method of Shenfengmen and Wujian. He has already experienced vicissitudes of life, and his mind is extraordinary at this time.

If Ruohuan is an ordinary person, I'm afraid she will get lost in a short time.

Among the countless memory fragments, Henry Zhang seems to have gradually traced back to the source, which was a barren land, as if it was when life in the world was just born...

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Westland, in the Holy Land Cathedral.